ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; — vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost lenore

ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; — vainly i had sought to borrow from my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost lenore

macro; fuzzy; mold growth; wrought iron; golden spiral

dark corridor with blood - a dimly lit corridor with crimson-splattered walls and eerie shadows lurking in the corners, the only source of light coming from flickering candles mounted on black wrought